A rock spear. A very simple form. A six feet long and one inch thin rock with a sharp end. Nothing complex, just a rock.

  Peter wanted a rain of them. And this time, it will rain from the ground to the sky.

  As the power kept going up and up, he watched each of these stupid birds that were previously attacking them and were now flying away.

  Oh, Peter will make sure each of them pay for what they have done. They came here, they attacked them, they made one of his saviors and his battle companion suffer. And now, they were trying to flee. Absolutely not ! Each of them will perish.

  Spears were there, just under the surface, waiting to be launched. The whole ground was quaking under the pressure.

  Peter clutched his hand, breaking the barrier that was the ground and released the spear rain.

  From anywhere a demon or a building was not standing a spear appeared. The plaza was now nothing but the back of a hedgehog with holes here and there.

  The sound was terrifying. As the ground cracked, shredded apart, each one of his spears fused toward the swarm with supersonic speed. There was no way that fucking swarm was going to survive his rain.

  The impact happened almost instantly. Each spear detonated under its own speed upon hitting a bird. It was almost surprising as Peter thought it would have pierced them.

  The global detonation of all his spear was deafening as the swarm was now nothing more than a large mass of flesh, blood, metal feathers and rock, ready to fall back on them.

  Okay, Peter should have thought of this one consequence. He moved his hands down, opening them and ordering the ground to raise walls. No time for finesse. Two triangles on the small side of the plaza and two rectangles on the large side, rectangles would fall on triangles forming a nice prism to cover them.

  The ground obeyed his master, raising rock walls as he ordered it. The roof fell on his base and what remained of the swarm after his attack started raining on his improvised shelter. The sound was almost comforting.

  Fatigue and exhaustion brutally came to him. Using that much power had a cost but the last dream was not that terrible, Peter thought. The last thing he heard before falling on the ground was an angry hysterical laugh from Sophie.

  “A fucking Primordial, a absolutedamn fucking Primordial ! I’m killing that witch.”

  ******

  Peter was awakened by the sound of the rain on a window. He painfully emerged from his slumber and opened his eyes.

  He was not at Tol’Osa anymore. The four poster bed, the comfy mattress, the soft sheet and the nice bolster pillow was not the kind of confort he could find in the small town.

  More importantly, his hands were beige instead of grey. He was back in Denaelle’s palace wherever it was.

  Peter did not feel this situation as a dream. He was way more conscious than in a dream and he could easily interact with anything around him. Also, he never had such a precise and imaginative dream but now that he was dead, he was not sure about his dreaming capabilities

  Peter went out of the bed, a large single one he noticed, and observed the room.

  It was a quite large bedroom with one window on one side and a door at the opposite of the bed. The same polished marble floor, the same columns supporting the same ceiling which was lighting the room. No bas-relief on any wall this time but, on the window side, there were two large tapestries.

  The left one was representing Denaelle in her whole angelic glory before her Fall teaching to a group of humans. She was happy, joyfully interacting with them. He knew how the story ended, everyone knew it. It was not a happy ending for anyone except the Absolute.

  The right one was right after the end of the story. Denaelle, on her knees, her hexagonal halo broken, her wings marked, turning from a mix of gold and silver to a darker and bloodier color, was crying. The end of the Fall.

  How could the Absolute be as good and merciful as They were described in the Great Tome yet as cruel as there, banishing one of Their creations and creating a whole dimension just to imprison her and her followers ? And They knew that was going to happen, They were supposed to be omniscient. The logic was really out of the reach for Peter.

  On the other side of the room, hidden behind a folding screen, there was a modern bathtub, toilets, a sink, some hygienic supplies on a shelf and, hanging on a hook, two towels and two tunics, a black one and a red and purple one.

  Peter was not worried for himself. If his body was still at Tol’Osa, it was under a half foot roof of rock protected by a whole town he just saved. So, he would be okay, probably. Also, last time, it was Denaelle who ejected him from this place. So Peter had time for a bath.

  Peter was more of a shower guy, but that time a bath was perfect to think.

  “So, let’s think back to all that happened during those last hours, maybe days.” Peter started.

  “I’m dead because the combo rain, speed, truck, thinking away is not the best one to live.

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  “That fucking god is real but you have to accept them to go to Heaven. So I went to Hell and became a demon.

  “I apparently got a totally broken power if I compare what I have done alone to the swarm compared to the whole plaza.

  “Demons of Hell are not necessarily bad people, but unlucky ones.

  “And I’m taking a bath in the First Fallen’s palace.”

  “Yes, I hope you like the bathtub.” A feminine voice said from behind the folding screen.

  Peter jumped in surprise, splashing water all around on the floor. He recovered his breath while trying to calm himself.

  “Denaelle, you really had to appear in the room while I was taking a bath, really ? ” Peter asked.

  “Well, I could appear in the bath but we are not at that stage yet. I still don’t know your name, young Primordial.” She answered with a sexy tone.

  “Okay, did you kill me so I could be some kind of sex slave for you ? ” Peter said. He was not appreciating what was suggesting that corrupted angel.

  “No. On this, I can assure you, no one from Hell is responsible for your death. Still waiting for a naaame.” Denaelle said. She was apparently playing with the sheet in the bed. Girl, be more discreet if you want any chance with me, Peter thought.

  “Name’s Peter. Is this even possible for a demon to interact with Earth ? ” Peter asked.

  “Nah, not without a Devil serving as a bridge. And I would have felt it. Hell may be my prison but I'm also its warden. Peter’s a nice name. So are you dressed ? I want to take another look at our new Primordial.” Denaelle said with her sexy tone.

  “My bath is not even close to an end. Can’t you wait, nymphomaniac angel ? ” Peter asked, washing himself with some soap block.

  “Wow. Easy, there, young Peter, you know nothing of me. The way that Great Tome of you, humans, depicted me is nothing like what I really am.” Denaelle said with a more serious tone.

  “Sorry, sorry.” Peter apologized. Yeah, pissing her off was probably a horrible idea, Peter was going to be more careful. “I do have a couple of questions about The Great Tome, The Absolute and yourself. And a couple about that place. Can I ask them ? ” Peter asked.

  “Let’s play a game, one question for one question. Honest answers only. We alternate until one of us wants to stop. How does that sound ? ” Denaelle said with a playful tone.

  “Okay. Well, let’s start.” Peter accepted. The questions had to be smart enough to reveal a lot of information if he wanted to win the most out of that game. “What is the role of the Absolute in the creation and the evolution of Humanity ? ”

  “Oh, clever one.” Denaelle said. ”For as far as I know, They created the Universe and waited. Then when humans evolved to the point of the first large civilization, They started to influence it with dreams. At one point, They sent a part of Them to a yet to be born child and you know the end of that part. They are still sending dreams today. My turn, how did it feel, all that power around you, this time ?”

  Peter thought back to how he felt back then, in the middle of the plaza. He had to be honest, not really to Denaelle but to himself.

  “It was scary at the very first but it quickly became exhilarating. What I could do was far superior to all the other demons in the plaza, maybe even together. Is there a limit to my power ? ”

  “Yes. My turn again. So, now…” Denaelle started.

  “Damn. Hey, at least give me a little more than one word.” Peter interrupted her. He felt for a basic trick, the least he could do was getting the best out of it.

  “Fine, fine. Your limit will mostly be your own experience instead of the quantity of power your soul can manage as you can draw power from around instead of having to generate it. But nothing is unlimited. Even the Absolute have their limits. So my turn, what are you gonna do now, what are your long term objectives ? ” Denaelle said.

  “That’s two questions ! ” Peter remarked.

  “You’ll ask two after. Answer me first” Denaelle said with a quite serious tone.

  Peter breathed slowly. He did not really have time to think up to this point to his far future in Hell.

  “I don’t really know. What I need now is to understand this place before deciding, probably traveling a bit through it. When I was alive, I just wanted a calm life with my friends. Now, can I have something similar here ? I honestly have no idea. Apparently, I’m not the basic average demon but what does that mean for me ? I can easily suppose you don’t bring any new demons in your palace. So, my turn, what is a Primordial, Denaelle ?”

  “The most powerful kind of demon, in their own personal tier of power high above anything else.” Denaelle said with some sadness in their voice. ”They can partially match Devils in terms of capacities. You already felt the power around you, right ? That is the power of Primordials. They can take power from Hell instead of using their soul to generate it. From what I saw, you are an earth Demon. A normal earth demon would be able to move and create some rocks, maybe a couple of weapons, some kind of armor. With a lot of experience, they could create a projectile similar to a meteorite. You just delivered a barrage of supersonic spears and then protected everyone from the fallout and it was the second time you used your power. Primordials really fuck up the power scale.”

  Peter was not happy. That means that everyone around will look up to see what he will do. If he was really as powerful as Deneaelle said, and from what he felt before, that was clearly true, he would have to make some choices that could impact a lot of people. He was not ready for this.

  Peter got out of the bath and started wiping himself. He still had a second question.

  “How am I able to be in that place ? Why am I human in it ?”

  “Now, you are the one asking two questions.”

  “Just doing the same thing that you did. So ?”. Peter asked while dressing up with the black tunic.

  “You are in my personal palace. Well, to be precise, your soul is in it. That’s also why you are human, the soul needs a body to generate and store the power which, then, change your body according to it. Right now, you are just a projection of your human self. And I brought you there. No one can come here until I allow them.” Denaelle said.

  “So you kidnapped me there ?”

  “Hey, it’s my turn. You owe me two questions, remember ? First one, what do you think of the Absolute, now ?”

  “Easy one, the same thing as before. They are an illogical total douchebag that abuses their power.” Peter said with an angry tone.

  “How much do I envy you to think that ! Second question, would you come to the bed with me ?”

  “Wow. I can’t say I did not expect that one, but still, no.” Peter said, getting back in the main space of the room.

  Denaelle was in the bed, in the same tunic as the last time he saw her. Now that Peter could see her, he felt the sadness on her face. She was almost crying.

  “My turn, why are you so sad Denaelle ? ” Peter asked.

  The rain on the outside suddenly intensified. Peter turned his head towards the window to see a storm now raging outside.

  He turned back to Denaelle to see her floating right in front of him a little above the floor.

  “Because I know how this story will end.” Denaelle said, crying as she pushed Peter back.

  And Peter felt himself falling again.